Monday, I took a drive from Scranton to Wilkes-Barre to do a little sightseeing and shopping. My walk around downtown Wilkes-Barre is another blog, for another time. Today, I'm concentrating on the drive. Specifically, Interstate 81, north and south.
The bridges are a mess. I'm not talking about little potholes. We have some giant craters.
I just don't get it. We live in the most civilized, most technologically advanced country in the world, and we can't make a bridge that doesn't fall apart.
We have smart phones, GPS, LED's, tagless underwear, and vanilla flavored vodka. Yet, a solid piece of concrete somehow eludes us.
I don't want to hear about salt corroding the rebar, the freeze-thaw cycle, and heavy trucks. There has to be a solution, a way to fix this.
